Iman's days since his capture were busy. Very busy. Authorities didn't waste any time sending him on one of those fancy flying machines, airplanes they called them, to a far away land. Another country called the United States of America. Such a long winded name, he thought. The flight over was everything he could have dreamed of. To fly above the Earth. To be truly free. Why couldn't his power be something like that? Little did he know such idle contemplation was going to be a luxury in the coming months ahead. At touch down there was an army ready to great him. He knew at that moment these people didn't mess around. They meant business.

He was taken in special cuffs, cuffs he couldn't phase through, a special helmet which he couldn't see out of, and brought to an undisclosed location. The uniformed soldiers sat him down in a room. A person sat opposite him. It was quite the shock when he found out he could speak his language. He was... one of them. White skinned. He could speak his language? Once again, he was given no time to contemplate. The time for that had long passed. He was quickly explained of the situation. What would happen to him, where he would go, what he would do. It sounded like a pain. They wanted to keep him under watch. To control him and make him one of their own. That's what he thought.

Day three was when he stopped resisting. They never inflicted violence on him unless absolutely necessary. Professionals, they all were. In the end he took their lessons seriously for a change. English was one of the first things to be taught, followed by math, the sciences, then Metahuman history. They went into detail of his own country. Not that he really cared. The only thing that mattered in this world was him. It was small enough as it is. Saving people, being an example for your country, that was nonsense.

Six months of intensive schooling was over and once again he was transferred over. They took the helmet off halfway and saw the city of Chicago. Towering buildings that reached the skies and cars everywhere. The people... god the people! There was just so many! How was that even possible? In the sky he spotted another flying machine whizz past them. It was a helicopter, they said. They stopped in front of a building that looked reminiscent of that in his memory. The layout, the atmosphere, it was... a school. He was told he would eventually be transferred here. They uncuffed him, someone showed him to his dorm, and his new life started. Started much too soon. It felt like yesterday he was living day to day stealing food and water and finding shelter. Now he's living like one of the people they taught him in his first school. The easy life. Except, it wasn't easy. He was expected to give his life for others in exchange for all this. That's not how he does things.

Day two of life in the Academy. He was supposed to have settled by now, according to the teachers. Iman enters the room by phasing through the wall. Even though he was clearly told (in both English and Indonesian) not to use powers on campus unless specifically asked. No one in the room. No class today? Maybe now is a good time to plan his escape.